I bought a small pile of books I think I would enjoy to re-visit or maybe find why they seem interesting now. A King, two Larry Niven, a Roger Zelazny, four Asimov, Moby Dick and a small collection of shorter Lewis Carroll efforts.
The Lewis Carroll caught my eye and I just flipped open the oldest looking book of all that I had bought and got here:
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
I went online to copy and paste the text, but my curiosity is along the lines of why this and why this just now?
My best friend just died three weeks ago, my mom is failing, still, my younger brother is not getting better ... --- ...
Am I to watch for the Jabberwock in my mind's quiet places, now?
... or is it the Bandersnatch that I should beware?